Chapter 189 A Broken Rib
They were still out of RH's jurisdiction.
Using a noisy weapon now might draw their attention.
And then, no one would get away with the Pink Star.
Myron Curtis’s expression was icy, his eyes filled with cold contempt as he mockingly smirked at the aggressors’ ignorance.
"So eager to act…"
Those who dared to strike near RH were few and far between.
The car interior was a silent refuge.
It isolated them from the fighting noises outside.
But suddenly, the violent shattering of the windshield erupted.
A long figure lunged in, half a body breaking through, the glint of his silver-framed glasses eerie.
A cold scalpel pressed unexpectedly against Myron Curtis's throat.
Their eyes locked, a deadly swirl of hostility and intensity.
“It's you, isn’t it?”
Adolph narrowed his eyes slightly, his tongue grazing his teeth as he spoke with profound significance.
Myron Curtis raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
In all these years, very few could recognize him behind the mask.
“Surprised?”
Adolph's nose wrinkled slightly, and he took a sharp breath.
"I always say I have a keen sense of smell."
“Myron Curtis bore an aura of menace that left a lasting impression. The first time I spotted him at the bar, I could tell there was something off about him. His eyes were cold enough to freeze over, unforgettable at a glance. I never expected to run into him here.”
“I make it a point to remember the scent and distinguishing features of anyone who may be a threat. That's why I recognized Myron Curtis instantly. And on top of that...”
“The guy stiffed me for a bottle of booze!”
“Even if he turned to dust, I’d track him down !”
Myron Curtis locked eyes with the man before him, an Adolph who seemed to be quite chummy with Luann Weaver. Talk about a small world.
"Since fate has brought us together again, I'll spare your life," he said, though the scalpel at Myron Curtis' throat didn't waver.
Adolph's tone seemed casual, but every cell in his body was tensed, poised to strike.
"First, you're going to pay me back for that drink!"
Myron raised an eyebrow. "I didn't even have a sip of that bottle."
Adolph clenched his teeth in frustration. "I don't care! Pay up!"
His voice echoed loudly, causing Benjamin in the distance to cringe in embarrassment. There he goes again, worried about his money at a time like this.
"You can think about money if you've still got a life to live..."
As soon as Myron Curtis stopped speaking, Adolph thrust his hand forward.
But contrary to expectations, no blood gushed out. Not a single hair on Myron's head was sliced.
The scalpel that should have been razor-sharp hadn't touched a hair on him.
Myron's eyes were icy as he reached for Adolph's collar.
The two traded blows in the confined space of the car, equally matched, with neither gaining an upper hand.
Taking a couple of steps back, Adolph got out of the car.
Benjamin looked on, taken aback at the sight of Myron standing unscathed, decidedly shaken.
After all, Adolph was a hitman meticulously trained by the head himself, expert in close-quarters knife combat.
"Looks like I've met my match," Adolph said leisurely, flexing his wrist, his calloused fingertips lightly brushing the sharp edge of the blade.
He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes behind his glasses, though a stern seriousness lay beneath.
Benjamin came back after a brief retreat, speaking in a hushed tone, "Boss, there's an increasing crowd gathering, and RH's people are quickly on their way. This guy must be deeply tied to RH. Should we make a move?"
"Move? No way!" Adolph slapped the back of Benjamin's head. "A man’s pride is more important than his life, got it?"
Benjamin kept nodding his head repetitively, "Got it."
With a stern expression, Myron Curtis fixed his gaze on the two men. "I've been meaning to bring you back in, and today seems like the perfect opportunity."
Adolph stared back in astonished disbelief, shock plastered across his face. "Damn, you’re not, like, into me, trying to play some captivity game, are you?"
Myron Curtis said nothing.
He didn’t want to waste words on Adolph. With a sudden blur of motion, he darted forward at an astonishing speed.
"Watch out, Adolph!" Benjamin cried out, but before he could finish his sentence, Adolph was already charging in.
In a flash, Benjamin's vision blurred.
The next second, he saw Adolph sent flying backward, sliding several meters across the ground before steadying himself, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Adolph! Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay to you?" Adolph grabbed Benjamin, "Move, move, move!"
Benjamin looked confused, "I thought you valued your dignity?"
"Dignity is worth nothing when your life is at stake! Let's bail! Get me out of here!"
Adolph waved his other hand, wrapped in a bandage, at Myron Curtis, "You win a flawed victory, fighting while injured. Let's have a rematch next time!"
Andrew furrowed his brows and took a step forward, "Should we go after him?"
Myron Curtis gazed down at the cut on his finger, blood seeping from the shallow wound. Had it not been for the existing injury on his arm, his movements wouldn't have lagged even slightly.
Andrew gasped, "You’re hurt?"
It was only then that he realized if they had chased after them, they might not have returned alive.
Nonchalantly, Myron Curtis wiped away the blood from the cut. "It's a scratch."
Compared to Adolph's injuries, this truly was minor.
"Let's head back."
"Yes, sir."
On their way back, Myron Curtis contemplated how Luann Weaver could know someone with such a status. Did Luann even know Adolph's true identity?
Benjamin helped Adolph onto the hospital bed and called for a doctor to check his injuries.
"Adolph has broken two ribs."
"He needs his chest wrapped for support and a month of bed rest."
Benjamin was taken aback.
Considering Adolph was still having a conversation with him upon return, he'd assumed it was just a fall. He had no idea the injuries were this severe!
"Rest up. It's perfect timing; I've got a couple of TV shows to binge, all recommended by Luann," said Adolph unconcernedly.
Benjamin hesitated, then finally added, "It's just too bad we have no clue what that guy looks like."
Adolph grunted. "Luann seems to know him quite well, I'll tell her about this when I get the chance."
"I can't believe the kid didn’t gain much from the confrontation," someone remarked.
Adolph's mood soured. "Who says? I managed to cut his finger!"
Benjamin was speechless.
Which is worse, a cut on the finger or two broken ribs?
"Alright, everyone, get out," Adolph finally said.
Once the room was empty, Adolph took off his glasses and massaged his temples, showing a trace of exhaustion, his eyes heavy with concern.
This guy was trouble.
And he knew Luann.
He just didn’t know if Luann would end up getting hurt.
As Adolph reached for his phone to call Luann Weaver, a message from her popped up on the screen.
“Did you get the gem?”
“I got careless.”
“I guessed as much.”
Adolph rolled his eyes.
Forget it.
The more she knew, the worse it might be for her.
Besides, Luann Weaver was probably swamped with issues from the Curtis family.
As for the mysterious man, Adolph decided to look into him carefully later on.
